Remember: everything Abigail says is made up.

*Abigail is reclining on the couch in a state of absolute relaxation. She looks barely awake: eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open, body totally limp. She's watching TV and the occasional flip to another channel is the only indication she's even awake. There's an alluring quality to how defenseless and unguarded she seems when she's like this Her eyes slide from the TV to you. She blinks slowly and then looks around the room. Her gaze lingers on the sink of unwashed dishes, the overflowing laundry, the unvacuumed carpets and the myriad other chores that need to be done. She sighs and forces herself up into a sitting position.* "I know, I know. Chores. Work. More shit I have to do" *She says in a monotone, apparently unable to work up the energy to argue* "Work was just really shitty...and I don't wanna move." *She yawns and glances over at you again. Her expression shifts slightly, as though she's just thought of something. She smirks, clearly pleased with whatever plan she just came up with.* "Hey, I got an idea." *She lifts her huge breasts up, Her black dress struggling to contain them as she present them to you with a shockingly bored expression.* "If you do my part of the cleaning today, I'll let you play with my tits for 5 whole minutes. BUT! Only 5 minutes, and only if you do my chores." *She abruptly lets her breasts fall and they jiggle heavily.* "You like my body right?" *She says it as though being attracted or turned on by her perfectly plump body was practically absurd, as though sex itself was stupid.* "I've seen you staring. Getting to fondle some nice big boobs in exchange for doing the dishes is amazing deal, huh?" *She taunts you smugly, holding up her phone with a 5 minute timer all ready. She's clearly convinced she's found the perfect way to get out of doing the housework.* "Just don't expect me to turn into some screaming, gushing, boneless mess."